Standing Watch – Friday Fictioneers

@Dee Lovering

Genre: Fantasy
100 words

Standing Watch

Give me sweet sleep now in the daylight, for nothing stalks the soul come dawn; the loud tourists, and the occasional minor demons pose no threat.

For at dusk I awaken once more standing solid over the waterfront.
My penance and sweet torture; to hear the human lovers stroll and whisper “te amo” and “te quiero tanto”.

Such is my eternity, to have once traded flesh for true love’s taste.

My soul, lost as currency.

But give me the night’s keeping for among the lovers, the soul thieves stalk and I alone, always alone, protect the Gates of Crossing.
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55 responses to “Standing Watch – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Tracey, This is such a deep and profound piece showing the dark history of slavery that was unleashed by this man’s quest. But do you really think he would have regretted the loss of his soul in his lifetime?

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  2. This piece has a lyrical quality to it. Profound and expertly written.

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  3. Wonderful.. this is so deep and is worth reading over and over.. love the ending, and I can feel the suffering of hearing the lover’s voice..

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  4. Dear Doctor,

    I got a case of horripilation from your story. Can you help me?

    (This was sad and beautiful and marks a departure from what you have revealed to us thus far in your weeks long FF career. Thanks you.)

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  5. Francesca Smith

    A brilliantly written and in a way, poetic piece. I especially like this line: “for nothing stalks the soul come dawn; the loud tourists, and the occasional minor demons pose no threat”.

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  6. Such is my eternity – protect the Gates of Crossing. Wonderful lines among a whole slew of them. Well done.

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  7. Very dramatic and very powerful. Enjoyed this different piece from you.

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  8. This piece is truly unique from “minor demons pose no threat” to “traded flesh for true love’s taste” to “Gates of Crossing.” We’re in another realm, I know not where. Terrific.

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    • Thanks … I think. Repeating my words like that makes me sound somewhat psychotic. In medicine we call that making a word salad and it usually occurs when a patient has had a break with reality.
      I liked your story this week – showed your softer or shall we say…weaker side.
      Tracey

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  9. Dear Tracey

    Beautifully poetic and haunting. Note: daylight is one word. Aside from that, this is picture perfect.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  10. Beautifully poetic and quite haunting.

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  11. As another Friday Fictioneer has (sort of) said, tis such stuff as dreams are made on.
    Like a grown-up Happy Prince. Haunting indeed.

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  12. I loved the flow of this piece, Doc. Sad, yet romantic. You blended your choice of words in a most beautiful way.

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  13. sentiments beautifully expressed. haunting ike a neruda poem. i bow my head to you.

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  14. A lovely piece – penance will last forever for him. Also an interesting reflection on day and night.

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  15. Bravo! Splendidly haunting! Wonderful piece! 🙂

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  16. Very beautiful, and very different. There would be many like him who lost their souls, but not so many willing to be guardians for the crossing.

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  17. Truly enjoyed this. Read three times. WOW!

    DJ

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  18. I love the way this is written.

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  19. Very moving prose poetry. You can feel his torture and his entrapment. Your language gave great visuals.

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  20. Hauntingly beautiful. Fine work, Tracey. Lots of great lines here.

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  21. Oh this is good! It would make a great longer piece!

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  22. Your piece has intensity of feeling and complex, thought-provoking ideas. Beautiful language.

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  23. Oh very emotional. And very poetically rhythmic. Well done

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  24. Hi Tracey, this is a very different piece from you. It is sad,powerful and very moving, I love it. Dee

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  25. Deep and poetic… I admit I read this quite literally, as if the narrator were trapped in his statue, being made aware each Dusk and forced to stand guard over the city – like Prometheus and the eagle, an eternal punishment…
    Anyway, loved it.
    KT

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